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Jupiter and moons from telescope, via astronomyonline.org Jupiter Is our meeting place Since you died my light went out Out I go e...

  Ferns in Black and White by Jim Crotty (2010) That unseen bird chirping alone, rejoicing in a tall fern, in the rain, at Thanksgiv...

Dada will not be home for dinner. The mess hall is a mess. Actually unrecognizable, but so is Dada. Your father, if, he returns home, w...

1986 I have been my own worst enemy in life but also the soul who saved me. I have not looked at myself enough to know, or care...

  Image: cropped photo via Upaya Zen Center Sitting on his black cushion there on the floor, with the sangha seated about like a h...

Forgive me, friend, for I have not been here lately to read your poems: these lovelies I enjoyed this night upon learning that you no more...

Beyond shattered glass, blood-spattered ash, and fallen limbs - Through hateful haze after fearsome fires - Still in a daze, a spac...

Drawing by Mark Powell via Tumblr, with this caption:   ‘we are all clowns with too much face paint’ Bic biro drawing on 1880s US citi...

   Salem, Oregon Absorb Salem in the morning      steeping in fresh dawn. It is lush here where spiders thrive.      Brittle ...

Dining Alone The fine art of dining alone is no art at all if you like the company, and if you wear a favorite color and bring along a g...

Impressions That secret part of the country road, I know the pleasure of its narrow curving calling that broadens my scope — and, a...

Thursday July 26, 03:14 PM Volunteer Abby Idowu, of London, stretches under the Olympic rings while being photographed by friends on the...